Sometimes We Just Can’t Seem to Write!

Seems like I just went through this. Publishing something before it is truly ripe. I was looking over some old blog posts, and re-read this one. Quite a bit of technical errors. Not a first draft, but not a final draft either. So, here it is again.

The Accidental Poet

There are days when I can’t wait to write. I wake up just minutes before the alarm, clicking off the switch before the piercing sound busts my ear drums and puts me in a 1984 sort of mood where everything is thought for me. Everyone tells me when to get up in the morning.

So I grab a coffee, black, and head to my writing area. You know, that place where you feel most comfortable and were you meet your muse. (Especially on a good day like I’m having right now.) I am working on a project that I hope will become a young adult novel. The main protagonist, a sixteen-year-old girl, has been hanging around with a boy who has really gone of the deep end with addiction. He is part of a group that seems to love drugs and street crime. This young man is Brad. He loves…

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